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"Stab a villain?"

This is a common folk magic that harms people.

If you want to make the villain effective, you must get the other person's birth date, hair and nails, and sew them into the villain.

Although the sewing of this rag doll is rough, the stitching is very dense, and the filling inside does not leak out at all.

There is no name written on the villain, so it’s hard to tell who it represents.

"I've written about plots of stabbing villains in my novels, but this is the first time I've seen such a villain. Why do I feel like it's alive?" Fat Xiaoyu said with a trembling voice.

Nine needles were inserted from the top of the head to the bottom of the spine. The villain seemed to be being tortured, with his body slightly bent.

It's obviously just a lifeless rag doll, but it feels very painful.

"Don't scare me, I'm timid." The Lord of Shadow Stream shrank back again.

"Is it placed under this bed to curse the person who sleeps on this bed?" Fatty Fish guessed.

"If this is a guest room, then the number of people living here should not be fixed. But the villain can only be targeted at one person." I wondered.

"That's not a guest room? Or is it a guest who lives here regularly?" Li Ritian expressed his opinion.

"Things like piercing a small person are usually done by women, and they use embroidery needles." Su Sen analyzed, "It is most likely a woman in the mansion who knows embroidery."

"No, the embroidery work is very good, but this little man's workmanship is very rough, not like a human's." Fat Xiaoyu shook his head.

"No matter who the villain represents or who stabbed the villain, it's always someone from this mansion. There are too few clues about who the villain is, so we can't guess it just by guessing."

"Yeah, it's been almost two hours since I came in, and I haven't even figured out who the people are in the mansion, let alone their interpersonal relationships."

"It's almost twelve o'clock?" My expression changed and I looked at the dressing table.

Others seemed to feel a slight thump in their hearts.

"Boss Li, isn't it?"

"Are there any other clues now?" I spread my hands, "If you are really scared, let me finish the game."

"Thank you for your hard work, Boss Li."

"The main thing is that none of us have ever experienced anything like this before, and we're afraid of screwing up."

They also felt a little embarrassed.

I shrugged my shoulders and said it didn't matter.

"Don't move this little man yet. I think it's weird." I handed the little man to Lao Ba.

He found the jewelry box that contained the bird before, put the little man in it, and placed it carefully in the canvas bag.

I looked at the time and saw that there were still two minutes until midnight.

I walked to the antique dressing table, pulled out the chair, sat down, and looked at the mirror covered with white cloth.

Taking a breath, I grabbed the white cloth and used strength in my hands.

The dust shook off and the white cloth slowly slid down.

An oval mirror is revealed.

The mirror was covered with dust, and it vaguely reflected my pale face, as well as the figures looking nervously at me from behind.

I stared into the mirror.

The person in the mirror is staring at me too.

Although the face is exactly the same as mine, the more he looks at it, the stranger it becomes, it's not really me at all.

"Boss Li?"

"Boss Li, are you okay?"

Seeing that I didn't move for a long time, Li Ritian called me twice nervously.

"fine."

I came to my senses, responded, opened the drawer, took out a white candle, placed it in front of the mirror, and lit it with a lighter.

The dim firelight lit up.

My face in the mirror looks even darker and uncertain.

I held the black umbrella tightly in my left hand and picked up the red wooden comb in my right hand.

In the utility room before, while no one was paying attention, I had secretly taken Li Xiaohei back under his black umbrella.

If danger occurs, I will release it as soon as possible.

The red color of the wooden comb is alluring, as if it had been soaked in blood for a long time, exuding an inexplicable coldness.

The room became quiet and the atmosphere was strange.

Under the dim candlelight.

I held the wooden comb and looked at my unfamiliar self in the mirror.

In fact, I am not very scared, but in this environment, I will feel uneasy unconsciously.

"Boss Li, it's twelve o'clock."

Li Ritian reminded him gently.

I immediately picked up the wooden comb and combed my hair up and down.

To be honest, this scene is quite funny.

But no one in the room was smiling, everyone was staring nervously at my hands.

The tips of the wooden comb scratched across the scalp, leaving a chill.

This feeling is indescribable.

It was like a pair of cold hands scratching my scalp.

My whole body tensed up and my brows gradually furrowed.

The person in the mirror is just like me, combing his hair with a bright red wooden comb.

A minute passed.

Two minutes passed.

The picture in the mirror never changed.

Wrong method?

Three minutes passed and I couldn't stand it anymore, so I stopped.

"Is there something wrong with any step? Why isn't there even a shadow of a ghost?" I turned around and said to the others.

"Well, we haven't played this kind of game before, so I don't know." Li Ritian scratched his head.

Everyone, you look at me and I look at you.

Only the fat little fish was thoughtful and seemed very troubled.

"Fat Xiaoyu, did you think of something?" I asked.

Fat Xiaoyu sighed and whispered: "Maybe it's the wrong gender."

"What's the meaning?"

Everyone turned to look at her.

"Why should men comb their hair? This method should be for women. Don't they all say that? Women have a strong yin energy and are more likely to attract those things."

Fat Xiaoyu looked at everyone's eyes with a look of despair.

"I knew I shouldn't say it. You must let me comb my hair in the mirror!"

After saying that, she pursed her lips and seemed about to cry.

She was the only woman present. How could we, the grown men, have the nerve to force her?

"Of course we won't do this. Although we are timid, we won't let a girl take risks, right?" Li Ritian was the first to express his stance.

"Yeah, who do you think we are?"

Others nodded, including Su Sen.

Fat Xiaoyu looked at everyone with wide eyes: "But if the clues are interrupted because I don't dare to comb my hair in front of the mirror and we can't leave here, won't you blame me?"

"We don't even dare to go ourselves, so how can we blame you?"

"What if it's not a gender issue, but the ghost thinks Boss Li is too ugly and doesn't want to come out?"

I have black hair.

Even if it's just to comfort my sister, there's no need to slander me like this.

"My hair is longer, how about I try it?"

In the end, Su Sen stood up.

"Are you really willing to try? Thank you." Fat Xiaoyu nodded gratefully to Su Sen.

"It's nothing, I just want to know if there are really ghosts in this world." Su Sen strode to the dressing table.

"If you're not afraid, then come." I stood up from the chair and made room for him.

Susan sat down.

The candles had been lit, and his face was blurred and dim in the mirror, looking scary.

"Don't worry, I'm watching from the side. If there is danger, I will take action as soon as possible." I nodded to him.

"Thanks."

Su Sen took a breath, picked up the red wooden comb on the dressing table, and combed his half-long hair.

He stared closely into the mirror.

The rest of us stared closely at him.

Time is lost in silence, silently.